This morning, this lovely group of fourteen people and one super cute dog got out of bed early enough to be on the way to Boise by 9:30. This is pretty early, for a Saturday at least.
We parked at the old Penitentiary and hiked up a dirt trail that wound its way up hills covered in delicate dry yellow grass and rough scrub brush under a heavy gray sky. It was just barely drizzling and pretty windy, but surprisingly warm today.
Today I was leading a tour for a prospective student, and we were in the library just as these flyers were going up. Between my POE final, French final, and Physics final, and the three essays I have yet to write for my London class, I think a visit with Karly or Moxie Java is just what I’ll need. In fact, the first session will be right after my Monday morning POE final…I’ll definitely be there.
I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me that much, but upon my return to C of I after a delightful Thanksgiving Break, I found a stocking hanging on my dorm room door. And this wasn't a mini stocking fit for a newborn--this was a legitimate stocking, ready for Santa to stuff with lots of toys and goodies. It even had my name on it. One of my suitemates was thoughtful enough to have prepared stockings for everyone in the group, encouraging us to leave small gifts in each one before we close for the Holiday Break three weeks from now.
With the election just behind us, people are having all kinds of reactions to Obama’s reelection. One of my favorite things that has come out of this election is the circulation of petitions for secession from the Union. Those and the petitions to petition the original petitions. People are just petitioning everything and I personally find it absurd and hilarious.
It’s Wednesday, and I’m six hours, two classes, and one quiz away from Thanksgiving Break. For C of I students, Thanksgiving Break is more like an extended weekend than a full-out break. But since we’ve got so many weeklong breaks and we’re just a few weeks away from a lengthy Christmas break, there’s not much to complain about. Or maybe I don’t mind the shortness of the reprise because my commute home to Boise is a mere 30 minutes. Either way, everyone is looking forward to a few days off, and Thanksgiving is on everybody’s mind.
I just got back from Portland, where I watched both the men's and women's cross country teams DESTROY at nationals. Hillary Holt took first place by 20 seconds, and the women's team took a very, very close second as a team. The men also had an incredible race, with Greg Montgomery taking second. It was so worth the drive up to see my teammates do so awesome. I'm so proud to even run with them. Seeing them be awesome was definitely worth the trip, and that alone would have been worth the drive.
I've really been dragging my feet in finishing the registration process for the upcoming winter and spring terms. While I'm definitely a sophomore in terms of average age and college experience, I technically have junior standing thanks to all those butt-kicking AP classes from high school granting me a bunch of extra credits. Having junior standing has really paid off--having an earlier pick at the classes offered each term than most of my peers has ensured that I have always gotten into my first choice without much hassle.
Even though the weather is cold and grey enough to turn everyone at C of I into the most sluggish of reptiles, giving up movement and energy is something no one can afford to do just now. Though we hit the midpoint mark of the semester a while ago, now is the time that professors are reminding us that there are still half the semester’s points left to earn, and the tests and assignments are piling up to prove it.
Something wonderful happened on Wednesday this week. I walked into the caf for lunch, and noticed that most of the desserts had been relocated. I immediately took a picture and sent it to my friend Kristin. This was a personal victory for us: we’ve been writing poems to the caf on a nearly nightly basis, asking them to hide the desserts from us. It has been a very lighthearted project, but we are at least a little bit serious about it. The problem is that the caf makes really, really good food, particularly dessert.